My dreams were full of downright strange images last night.
And it wasn't just one random odd dream - it was a series of strange events. James Taylor was in one - he rearranged the furniture. In another, I was driving a really old, huge pick up truck. I could barely reach the pedals and the truck was hard to shift.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say it had something to do with the extreme amount of coffee I drank last night. Oh, and the spicy nachos and chocolate chip cookies I ate at a time I don't normally snack.
Well, don't you think that's why?